Thursday, November 18, 2021

Breaking Sticks

Breath on my lips 

Sight of presence gracing mind’s eye

Quivering with the scent of fear

Soon covered with thick honey calm

Instructed the fear is illusion

Reassured by eyes and mouth speaking 

Today this is still here

Forever is a false promise

Loathing the emptiness a picture of dread

Always much harsher than the reality




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